She Announced My Replacement at the Ballet. Then the Curtain Rose on Her Ruin.

Because grace is not mercy.

Grace is control.

The chime sounded, calling guests back to the theater.

People began moving too quickly, desperate to escape the social accident but terrified to miss the aftermath.

Celeste leaned close as she passed me.

Her perfume was gardenia and ambition.

“Don’t worry,” she whispered.

“I’ll take good care of everything you continue reading …